Night Soaked Bodies

No warm shower of preparation

or faint wisps of cologne at

my wrist where the blood throbs hard.

I shall walk through your doors straight

and unkempt; my shirt untucked,

my hair ruffled, burnt to brown

from long summers I endured

searching souls of your kind.

So that when you cling to me,

you inhale the impatient nights of

sleeplessness imbued in my skin,

like soot settled on city trees

gasping for rain; the moist aura of

desolate hours in my breath that

I have writhed in bed to be closer to you;

and those still dark hours of oblivious stars

dropping at horizon, whom I have

reached out with my arms,

seeking for my wishes they fell to earth with.

Twisted in desires, I, however,

for once will try and wrench free,

when you would be holding me tightest

and not letting me go.

When your fingers will be scraping

down the hooks of my spine,

your moaning mouth half-rounded

in a blazing ecstasy and

a tremor rising in your legs,

I shall stop suddenly.

Let my fingers relax on your

haunches and withdraw my lips from your pubis,

watching your desperate anger

crush the sweat stained

sheets between your fingers.

For you to realize

what it is to abandon a body,

having long floored its heart.

© Sobhan